*Sweet and Smoke both enter the hotel room*

Smoke: Where have you been when we needed you man? It seems when ever you're not around, s*** happens!

Sweet: Look, everything is way too complicated to explain right now Smoke so just chill the f*** out! I didn't drop my flag if thats what your getting at!

Trisha: Your just on time! *Preparing to leave* Where is the weapons?

Smoke: Who the f*** are you?!

Sweet: *Looks over at Smoke with a shut up facial expression and then Looks back at Trisha* I didn't get them yet. What is going on?

Trisha: *Shows GPS* see that red dot on the map? That's where Wyatt is hiding and we're going there to finish this! *Puts GPS in her pocket*

Sweet: The ankle bracelet...

Trisha: Yea *looks over at Smoke* Smoke? Is that your name? We need your guns!

Smoke: Are you working for the Police?! Sweet what the hell is going on?!

Trisha: Listen to me! Yes, I am working for the Police but if you want Sweet to go free instead of spending the rest of his entire life in Prison, I advise you to help us and not do anything you would regret!

Sweet: The streets as for right now isn't safe. The Police out there aren't actually the police, you know what I am saying?

Smoke: *Looks away, swaying his arms in disappointment and a little betrayed before looking back saying* You should of said something Sweet! You can't just leave a n***** in the dark! I could of done something!

Sweet: This aint the time! Are you going to help us out or not?!

Smoke: *Tips over a chair and continues to be upset*

Trisha: Are you in or out! I am going to leave you both behind if I don't get an answer!

Smoke: *Calms down a little* Alright, sorry man. The weapons are just at my place.

Trisha: *Annoyed voice tone* Thank you! *sigh* Remember, this is only between us! Nobody else is suppose to know about this! Got it?!

Smoke: Yeah, yeah, I get it!

Trisha: Good! On my lead everyone! *Heads out the door*